Rita's dad splattered his drink all over his lap as he spasmodically launched off his lounger. He bounced, wide-eyed, off the hard deck unable to pry his eyes from the shocking sight of my shy wife's tinctured, naked body. Even from twenty feet away, Safa and I could easily see his massive snake head slip out from his yellow striped boxer swimsuit as he awkwardly clambered back onto his webbed, pool side seat.

Two hours earlier:

Safa and I were on a midday feckless foray in the foothills. Though we believed we were casually wandering aimlessly, we found ourselves near the Los Banos home of Rita's parents. That area is a favorite for celebrities to hide in rural seclusion and is in fact the home of a popular Olympian. Rita had told us she would be at her parent's place instead of her home for some sort of annual gathering. Without being too explicit, she'd slyly said we were welcome to join them if we wanted to be part of their celebration though her husband does not attend this annual fete. After initially declining, we decided to stop in and surprise her there since we'd strayed so near. The surprise was on us since we dropped in on what seemed to be a simple pool party with several strangers.

Rita's shapely mom was busy in the kitchen, wearing a black high-cut one piece swimsuit with a deep V cut that let her huge, soft, bouncy boobs tease their escape. Rita's dad, Glenn, was unsuccessfully hiding behind his sunglasses while ogling the young beauties, one in a relatively modest bikini, two others in absolutely lewd ones. And I thought I saw a little drool ease from his rapidly oscillating face. The loose and thin suit on one beautiful girl looked very much like a sexy panty/bra set. After greeting Helen, the mom, we grabbed beers and cruised the cement/tiled deck. Though it was just after 10:00 a.m., it was past noon just two time zones away. How's THAT for rationalizing!?!

We didn't know any of the other three couples already there. Rita spotted us and slowly climbed out of the pool, wearing a very, very skimpy crocheted suit. One nipple was clearly visible thru the lax knitting and several short, dark pubic hairs peeked thru the unlined bottoms. We furtively looked at her dad who pressed his beer against the thick, swelling mass in his shorts. Yet, we guessed he must have seen her wearing even less since, oddly, he barely gave her a third look. At least there's no camel toe possible in a heavy knit suit! Believe me, I looked hard for one.

As she turned and bent over slowly, teasingly for a towel, we stared. Safa and I lingered lewdly at the white, growing, triangular patch that fit loosely over her labia and daringly shifted across them. As she stood, we focused on the narrow, twisted yarn that looped over her hips, daring to hope it would slide down with the front tiny triangle that barely covered her dark pubes. A similar thin twine looped over the 'belt' and vanished into her deep rump raphe. Without even a whale tail swatch to meld the two parts, her bare, zoftig, bronzed cheeks looked resplendent and naked. Our shallow breathing increased and my dick pulsed. I quickly glanced at her dad to see if he caught me perving at his child, but caught his smug smirk from enjoying the same view. He carelessly adjusted the leg of his shorts, but not before briefly exposing the massive head of his cock.

Before I could nudge Safa to look at him, I saw her locked onto the loose, tiny patch of white crochet between Rita's legs that teased a fleeting snatch of a hairless snatch ... ummm, labia. Safa would NEVER dress as daringly as Rita, though she did have an excessive number of 'accidental' flashes of her perfect nipples or panty. Maybe because she'd quickly downed her second beer which softened her inhibitions, she openly patted my swollen rod, regardless or because of, Glenn and the others around us, saying "Down boy."

I decided to return the favor, knowing that she often fantasized about being helplessly stripped or exposed in public out of her control. I slipped my hand under Safa's shorts and panty onto the warm flesh of her ass as I noted her turgid, pointy nipples and shallow panting increase. She made no attempt to cover herself even when I inched her panty into her crack and fully exposed a bare cheek to all. The public exhibition of forbidden flesh had undeniably aroused her.

She started on her third beer in thirty minutes. If she finished this one, she would be well beyond a buzz and into complete loss of inhibitions, or at least a blameless and 'acceptable' excuse for losing control. I had to wonder what Bill would think of his wife's insouciant exposures so publically. Could that be why he chooses not to come to this annual event? Both of them flirt openly with us and tease constantly, so we know he isn't shy, though we never went beyond that. I'm sure he'd kick himself for missing Safa's bare ass display. Too bad!

Safa and I were in similar, knockabout, loose tanks and double knit sport/jog shorts. I have to concede, she looks MUCH better in her tiny shorts that allowed frequent, deniable, glimpses of tender, tempting ass cheeks and perfectly displayed her well-toned legs. She still insisted she was too shy to dress like Rita, but dad obviously noticed the fresh, bared meat despite her being so over dressed.

Whenever we had come to swim here before, Safa always dressed even more conservatively than she was today. Her most daring swimsuit was a patterned, blue suit which was lined to avoid an obvious camel toe and fully covered her ass from lowest cheeks to mid waist. The padded top fully covered her small-B tits, yet exposed most of her sternum. We didn't discuss, yet both knew well, that the top fell away from her chest with any shrug or reaching and exposed her sultry nipples. Still, she now stood placidly allowing, no - enjoying, my exposing a bare cheek to any around us. Helen brought out more drinks, stared briefly at Safa's exposed ass, and asked me, since I was closest, to light the grill. Since it was gas, I suggested we wait another hour.

By then Rita and her big tits bounded over to greet us and, like the prankster she was, fiercely hugged us both; ensuring she transferred a small flood of water from her suit top and bottom. I enjoyed the crushing, pliable pillows against my chest and the cooling effect of the dripping water in the warm sun, as did Safa. That was evident by her proudly hard nipples trying to drill thru her thin, now translucent tank and the rapid twitching in my shorts. Dad coughed at the enticing vision and took another sly sip as Safa, flushed and embarrassed, noted her wet shirt clinging to her tits and futilely tried covering them with one arm. She noticed the two men in grey underwear and seemed fascinated by the obvious, growing bulges they sported proudly.

Rita quickly swabbed a towel over her legs, belly and head before tossing it aside. During the quick wipe down, one nipple had escaped over its crochet prison and Safa blushed, softly cleared her throat and covertly pointed it out to Rita. When she said "Oh well. THAT won't matter at all in about ninety minutes." We quizzically stared at each other. My dick twitched again as I started to lose control over it. Now I had to guess that she knew very well how the saucy snatch show she gave had aroused us. "Did you guys bring swimsuits, not that you'll need them for long? I may have something Safa can wear ... for a while."

I piped up, "What do you mean by that? Is that why two of the guys are in their boxer-briefs instead of suits? Explain youself child! What is this annual event you've been teasing about? I know July 14 is Bastille Day, but you aren't French!" Safa, probably suspecting where this was going, raised an eyebrow and smirked. This might be her chance to live a fantasy long denied.

"Oh, where do I start? July 14 is also National Nude Day in the Northern hemisphere. It's an offshoot of World Nude Day which is in February since it originated in New Zealand in THEIR summer. It may have started as a goof or maybe a sincere push to ummm, expose the joy of nudism. Today, both days have gained serious sway and are even officially recognized in many communities. Wouldn't it be a laugh to have it as a national holiday and celebrate it in the bible belt? Anyway, people are encouraged to take it all off all day EVERYWHERE. As long as we don't break other laws, the 'public indecency' statutes are rarely enforced. Especially on private property ... like THIS!

"My parents and I are year round indoor nudists, but Bill isn't. They raised me that way. We often briefly skinny dip and sun bathe nude too, but sadly there's still such a stigma attached to that. We make the holiday our own by starting the festivity at high noon. Anyone with us then is expected to strip off completely or they will be swarmed and stripped. ALL of us here will be naked by 12:01. We decided that there will be NO groping, striping, or overt flaunting until then. The denial heightens tension so much better than just staying naked from when we wake up. I'm sooooo glad you came to join us! I wanted to have you here since we met, but thought you were both too shy. I think Bill is intimidated by my dad's huge dick."

I stared wide-eyed at Safa, who stared dumbly back. We were struggling to hold back our grins and wondered just how shy we were. "Umm, honey, maybe we should go? OR ... We have ninety minutes to decide so I think I'd like to stay until then at least. You, or we, can ogle the hot girls here freely now that we know what's coming. Rita, we didn't know about this holiday, so this visit is purely accidental and I'm not sure we can sta..."